shmalentines
i forgot about valentines yesterday.
when i went down for breakfast, there was a gift from my mom beside my plate. for the longest time, i had no idea what the occasion was. i knew it wasn't my birthday nor was it christmas. and then it hit me...
OH.
normally, i don't really give much attention to valentines' day. i mean i think it's nice that couples celebrate it and i respect that it's a special day. but then i see and hear tons of singletons out there dreading the thought of being dateless on valentines and ending up extremely depressed when that happens. i think that it's not that people are bitter really when they become cynical about valentines. naturally people switch to major self-defense mode to uphold their decision of being proudly single, especially now that v-day is becoming more and more like an "in-your-face-single-people!" day. it's just too commercialized.
take yesterday for example. now that was one of the worst, most miserable, draining class i have ever attended. we felt like we were just dragging ourselves just to get the day done and sir aries was abnormally unhappy, which made the tedious task of patternmaking even more unbearable. he's such a wonderful, jolly person and it's sad that he lets the day get to him.
so yesterday, i decided to take a stand and champion the cause of singles out there. i wore black. even angela intentionally wore black, as she always did every valentines. a lot of people in our school did too. maybe for some, it wasn't intentional, maybe it meant something for others. but heck, i figured at least it reminded people like sir aries that they weren't alone.
valentines is overrated anyway. people don't have to set aside simply one day a year to have a one-time big-time celebration of love. love is supposed to be celebrated every single day of the year. now how about that?
when i went down for breakfast, there was a gift from my mom beside my plate. for the longest time, i had no idea what the occasion was. i knew it wasn't my birthday nor was it christmas. and then it hit me...
OH.
normally, i don't really give much attention to valentines' day. i mean i think it's nice that couples celebrate it and i respect that it's a special day. but then i see and hear tons of singletons out there dreading the thought of being dateless on valentines and ending up extremely depressed when that happens. i think that it's not that people are bitter really when they become cynical about valentines. naturally people switch to major self-defense mode to uphold their decision of being proudly single, especially now that v-day is becoming more and more like an "in-your-face-single-people!" day. it's just too commercialized.
take yesterday for example. now that was one of the worst, most miserable, draining class i have ever attended. we felt like we were just dragging ourselves just to get the day done and sir aries was abnormally unhappy, which made the tedious task of patternmaking even more unbearable. he's such a wonderful, jolly person and it's sad that he lets the day get to him.
so yesterday, i decided to take a stand and champion the cause of singles out there. i wore black. even angela intentionally wore black, as she always did every valentines. a lot of people in our school did too. maybe for some, it wasn't intentional, maybe it meant something for others. but heck, i figured at least it reminded people like sir aries that they weren't alone.
valentines is overrated anyway. people don't have to set aside simply one day a year to have a one-time big-time celebration of love. love is supposed to be celebrated every single day of the year. now how about that?